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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.