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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.