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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Magma,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.