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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.