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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.