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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faust to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
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.