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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.