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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.