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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.