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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lindisfarne 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.