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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a harpsichord 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 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?
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.