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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.