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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Chrome,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.