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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.