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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.