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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.