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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Faust,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.