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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.