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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.