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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Scion,
Symarip,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.