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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.