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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
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.