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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
X-102,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.