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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Inner City,
AZ,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
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.