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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Pole,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
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.