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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.