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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.