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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
UT,
CMW,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.