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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.