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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Skriet,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Doors,
X-102,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Pole,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.