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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.