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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.