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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.