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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.