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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
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.