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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.