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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.