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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.