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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.