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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.