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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.