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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Smog,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.