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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.