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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.