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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.