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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
DNA,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
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.