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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.