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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.