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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.