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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.