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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
the Swans,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
AZ,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.