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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Magazine,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.