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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.