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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.