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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.