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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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.