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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.