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 Kenya and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Television,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.