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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.