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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.