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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.