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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.