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 Afghanistan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.