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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.