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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
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.