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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.