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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Television,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.