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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Organ,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.