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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.