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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.