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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.