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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
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.