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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.