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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.