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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.