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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.