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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.