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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.