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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.