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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Smog,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.