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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Sound,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.