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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.