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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.