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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.