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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.