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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Pylon,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
10cc,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Niagra,
MC5,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.