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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.