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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
cv313,
Can,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.