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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
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.