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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.