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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.