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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.