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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
X-101,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.