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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.