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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
World's Most,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.