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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.