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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Index,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.