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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.