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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Fear,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.