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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.