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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.