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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Mars,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.