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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.