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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
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.