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 Ghana 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.