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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Can,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.