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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.