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 Chad 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd 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 grunge 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 guitar and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.