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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hashim to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.