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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.