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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.