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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.