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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.