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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.