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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
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.