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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Magma,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Aswad,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.