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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.