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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.