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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.