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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.