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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.