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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultravox 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.