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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.