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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Josef K,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.