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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.