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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.