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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
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.