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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.