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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Wings,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.