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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.