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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Saints,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
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.