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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Symarip,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
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.