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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.