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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Stooges,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.