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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.