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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Crime,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.