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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.