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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.