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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.