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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
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.