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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.