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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.