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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.