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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.