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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.