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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
CMW,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.