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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.