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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.