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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Wings,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.