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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Franke,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.