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 New Zealand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
cv313,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.