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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
10cc,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.