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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.