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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.