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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Wire,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.