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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.