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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
UT,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.