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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.