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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.