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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.