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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.