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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.