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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.