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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.