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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.