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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.