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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.