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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.