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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.