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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.