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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.