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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.