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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.