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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 LL Cool J 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.