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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.