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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.