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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
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.