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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.