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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Wire,
The Slits,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.