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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.