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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.