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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
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.