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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 marimba and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.