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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
The Move,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.