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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.