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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.