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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crooked Eye 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.