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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.