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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.