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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.