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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.