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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.