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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.