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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.