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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Pagans,
JFA,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.