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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.