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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.