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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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.