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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
The Names,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.