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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Motorama,
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.