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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Nico,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
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.