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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.