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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Audionom,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.