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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.