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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
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.