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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.