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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Names,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.