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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.