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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.