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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.