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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.