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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.