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 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.