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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.