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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.