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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Fall,
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.