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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.