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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.