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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
AZ,
Section 25,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.