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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
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.