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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Scion,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.