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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.