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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.