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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.