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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.