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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Lalann,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.