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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the dance 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.