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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.