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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.