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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
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.