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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
X-102,
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.