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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
June Days,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.