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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.