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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.