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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.