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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
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.