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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.