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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.