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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.