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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
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.