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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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?
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.