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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
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.