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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.