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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.