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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.