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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Index,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.