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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.