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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.