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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.