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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.