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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Brick,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.