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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.