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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.