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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.