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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.