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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Cluster,
AZ,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.