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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.