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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
the Association,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.