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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.