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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.