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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.