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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.