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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.