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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Can,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.