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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Pole,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
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.