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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.