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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Ludus,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.