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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spoonie Gee 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Yaz,
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.