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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.