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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.