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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.