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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Can,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.