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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.