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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.