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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.