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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.