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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.