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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
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.