Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.