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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.