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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.