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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
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.