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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.