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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Magazine,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.