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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.