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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.