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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.