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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.