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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.