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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.