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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.