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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Scion,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.