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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Moebius,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.