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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Cure,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.