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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.