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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.