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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.