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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.