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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
AZ,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.