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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
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.