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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.