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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.