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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.