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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Urselle,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.