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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.