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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.