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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.