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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.