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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
MC5,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.