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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Wire,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Television,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
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.