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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
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.