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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
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.