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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Fear,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.