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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.