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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.