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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.