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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 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?
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.