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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.