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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.