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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
The Monks,
New Order,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.