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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.