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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.