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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.