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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Q65,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.