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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.