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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.