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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
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.