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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
The Names,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.