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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Deakin,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.