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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DNA to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Mars,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.