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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.