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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
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.