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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.