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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.