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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.