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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
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.