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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.