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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.