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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.