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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.