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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.