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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
The Index,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.