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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Crime,
DNA,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.