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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Television,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.