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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
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.