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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.