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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Brick,
The Martian,
Wire,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.