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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.