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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fuzztones 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.