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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.