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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
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.