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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Mars,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Associates,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.