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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.