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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.