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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chrome 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.