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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.