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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.