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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.