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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.