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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
AZ,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.