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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.