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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
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.