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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Technova,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.