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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.