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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.