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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
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.