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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.