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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Wire,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.