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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.