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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.