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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.