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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
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.