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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Fear,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.