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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
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.