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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Can,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.