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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.