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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.