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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.