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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
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.