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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.