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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Wings,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.