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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.