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 Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.