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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
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.