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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.