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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.