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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.