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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.