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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Wire,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.