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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
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.