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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.