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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
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.