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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
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.