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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.