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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.