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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
the Association,
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.