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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.