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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.