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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.