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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Fear,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Flipper,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.