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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.