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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.