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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.