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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Lalann,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.