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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.