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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.