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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.