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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.