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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Roxette,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.