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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fortunes 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.