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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.