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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.