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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
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.