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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Magma,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
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.