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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.