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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Magma,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.