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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.