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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Crime,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.