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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.