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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.