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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.