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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.