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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.