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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.