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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
ABBA,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.