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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.