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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.