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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Magma,
Niagra,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.