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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.