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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cure,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.