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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
UT,
MC5,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.