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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.