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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.