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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.