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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
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.