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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 MDC to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.