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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.