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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Index,
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.