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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
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.