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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.