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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.