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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.