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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.