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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
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.