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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pole,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.