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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.