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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.