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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.