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 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Swans,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.