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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Monks,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.