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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
DNA,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.