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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.