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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.