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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.