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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.