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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.