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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.