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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.