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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Japan,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.