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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.