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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.