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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.