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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Can,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.