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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.