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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.