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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.