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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.