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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.