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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.