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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.