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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.