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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.