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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.