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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.