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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
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.