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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.