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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.