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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.