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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.