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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.