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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.