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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Pylon,
Fear,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.