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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.