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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.