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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.