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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.