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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.