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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.