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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.