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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Television,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.