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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
New Order,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.