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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.