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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.