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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.