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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
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.