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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Television,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.