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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.