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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.