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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba 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?
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.