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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.