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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.