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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Monks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.