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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.