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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Motorama,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.