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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.