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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.