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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.