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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.