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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.