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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Smog,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.