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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.