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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.